"English"
::Comm. link::
{Cybertronian}
[HUD notifications/scans]
"Intercom"
:Speaker speech:
::Bond conversations::
Memories/flashbacks/stasis
{:Ghost/apparition speech:}
(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Filly)
Chapter 4
Optimus and Ironhide were returning from target practice when they noticed Prowl and Jazz approach, accompanied by the tiny femme. "Hey Prowl, ya got another admirer following you around?" The weapons specialist joked and smiled down at the little femmling.
The SIC chuckled and looked down to see Filly hiding behind his leg, "As a matter of fact, I do." He addressed them with an air of pride, "Ironhide, Optimus; Jazz and I would like to introduce you to Filly."
The Prime knelt before her and warmly smiled from under his face guard, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Filly. My designation is Optimus Prime and this here is Ironhide," he gestured to the mech beside him. "We intercepted your pod yesterday and brought you back to base with Bumblebee and the twins' help."
Her optics widened, "I remember you...Though I couldn't hear your voice or see your face because of my stasis-lock, I remember feeling really warm and safe prior to waking up in the Med Bay."
He nodded, "I was the one who pulled you out of the pod and carried you to safety. I had to hold you close to my spark because your internal temperature was decreasing due to the arctic climate."
Filly stepped out from behind Prowl's leg and approached the towering mech, to which she wrapped her arms around him in an attempt at a hug, "Thank you for rescuing me!"
Humbled by her sweet gesture, Optimus hugged her back and smiled, "Of course." He then asked, "How are you liking it here so far? Have you met with some of the other Autobots?"
She nodded, "Yea, I met Bumblebee, Bluestreak and the twins last night and Sunstreaker was the one who touched up my paint."
Ironhide crossed his arms and smirked, "I was about to say that you look a little different than when we found you yesterday."
She nodded before the sight of a familiar yellow mech caught her attention, "Bumblebee!" She happily ran over to the younger mech, who knelt before her and rubbed the top of her helm.
"Hey there, Filly. You look amazing! Did Sunstreaker paint you?"
"Yea, he did. I sat still the whole time because I didn't want to get smudged. Oh, guess what?!"
"What?" He asked with a smile as she fluttered her winglets in excitement.
"Prowl and Jazz formed a creator bond with me this morning!"
His optics lit up as his smile broadened, "Really? That's great! I know they'll make wonderful creators." Said mechs were both standing proud while Prime and Ironhide offered their congratulations to them.
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-Later that afternoon-
Jazz and Prowl were working on the renovations to their private quarters while Filly was happily playing a game of hide and seek with Bumblebee and Bluestreak. As soon as she found a good place to hide, Filly suddenly felt sick and started to purge before her vision became spotty. The tiny femme collapsed upon the floor and remained unmoving as she felt her optics darken and her audio receptors fade out any surrounding noise. Her HUD flashed an urgent warning, signaling that her systems were no longer improving, but rather decreasing in function and shutting down. Panicked, Filly reached for her creators through their bond, ::Papa! Baba!::
Jazz's panicked voice chimed in, ::Filly?! What's wrong? Where are you sweetspark?::
::I'm in a storage closet off by the rec room...I was playing hide and seek and I started feeling sick...I'm scared…::
Prowl responded, ::Okay, we're coming to get you. Just hold on.:: He and Jazz rushed out of their room and down the hallway where they raced down to the recreational area and over to the storage closet where upon opening it, they were met with a terrifying sight: there was their little femme lying motionless upon the floor in a pool of sour energon. As the SIC knelt down to pick her up, she purged some more and emitted a painful wailing sound. Prowl and Jazz felt their sparks clench at the sight and knew they had to get her to the Med Bay.
With all the speed they could muster, Prowl and Jazz ran up to the Med Bay with their little femme securely cradled in her Papa's arms. The CMO's optics widened upon seeing the two mechs enter his domain with an unresponsive Filly in tow, "What in the name of Primus happened?!"
Jazz shook his helm and felt his optics misting underneath his visor, "We don't know. She said she was just playing a game when all of a sudden she purged and collapsed." He felt his parental coding going into overdrive as Ratchet took her from Prowl's arms and placed her upon the medical berth. "Ratchet, what's wrong with our little femme?"
He signaled for First Aid to assist him while he carefully inserted an energon I.V. into her little arm, *sigh* "She's showing signs of a virus...and a very powerful one at that. You've been preventing her from accessing the internet right?"
"As far as I know," Prowl stated, "she only got online earlier before you examined her this morning."
"Well, this would explain why her systems aren't recovering properly." He scanned her tiny frame and cursed, "Frag...she's down to 23% functionality. Anything below 10% is fatal." There was a beeping sound as the monitor informed them of her systems overheating. Filly's cooling fans tried to kick on, but the virus was preventing them from properly functioning.
Jazz tried to reach out to their little femme, but Prowl had to hold him back to let the medics do their job. The TIC buried his face in his sparkmates chassis and heavily started to cry, "Oh Prowler….we just bonded with her….We can't lose her now! We can't!"
"Primus damn it, 19%...," Ratchet cursed while trying to save the little femme. "Prowl, you and Jazz need to leave. I'll Comm. you when she stabilizes."
The SIC sadly nodded while dragging his sparkmate out of the Med Bay. "No, she needs us!"
"Jazz...we need to let the medics work on her," he cupped his cheek and held him close, allowing him to cry into his shoulder.
"But what if she…," he choked on his words, too afraid to say the rest of his sentence.
"Jazz, look at me," Prowl turned up his helm so they were looking at one another. "Ratchet is the best medic on Cybertron and Earth. He'll save her."
A small nod was his response before they suddenly felt painful tugs at their sparks: Filly was trying to reach out to them. She was scared. ::Baba! Papa!::
::I'm here baby; Baba's here. Papa's here too. We're right here::
::Everything's really hot…...What's happening to me?::
::You contracted a virus, sweetspark,:: Prowl spoke in a calm tone, though he was worried beyond belief.
::Oh no...It's all my fault! I never should have looked up what fruit was!:: She wailed.
::It's not your fault, baby. You didn't know what would happen,:: Jazz soothed and sent her loving vibes through their bond. ::We love you so much, Filly. Don't give up fighting.::
::Please sweetspark, stay strong for us,:: Prowl pleaded.
She sent her love through the bond before she made a groan, ::Everything hurts…:: Her bond suddenly started to weaken, ::I feel so tired…::
::No baby, stay with us! Don't give up!:: Jazz begged.
::Baba...Papa...I...love...you…::